'What do you want Sherlock? Why do you need me right now. I am sure Ms. Adler could satisfy every need you have.' She said through gritted teeth.

'is it me or was it suggestive?' Sherlock asked her.

'Answer the question Sherlock or I can return right now.'

'No you can't. He'd have left by now.'

'Well that won't stop me from having dinner right there. maybe some other guy would come and I'd have another date. So. Answer or I am leaving.'

'I need your help. There are still a few things that need to be done concerning…I'll tell you once we reach Bart's.' he said with an afterthought.

'So, what do you want?' Molly asked crossing her arms when they had reached her lab in the hospital.

First I need you to get some of the books and files. Here is the list. And then we start looking for these names. Here' he said giving her two pieces of paper. And so for the next two hours they worked. Without any words or arguments to distract them they worked. Their concentration was, however, broken when the beeping computer announced what they were looking for.

'Great.' Hoorayed Sherlock for about the 15th time that evening.

'So we are up to the last ten people.' Molly said wearily.

Not anymore. They have a sequence look at this. so the next ten people would be…them. We have it. Yes' he cheered.

'great.' Molly said tired. She put her head on the table with her hands around them.

'come on we've got to go. Come on get up Molly.' He said standing behind her and shaking her so that she would get up.

'no. no' she moaned. 'Sherlock we just finished getting a list of people we have to find and reach and get and all the other things that you vaguely said we have to do with them. It's been hours. Literally hours.' She said looking up and resting her head behind on him.

'But we have to catch them Molly, we have to get going come on get up.' He pleaded and ordered her.

Molly reluctantly got up and they left. Sherlock had already put some of the important papers in her bag. They got coffee and started walking.

'so from here where?' she asked after sipping her coffee.

'I'll let the homeless network know, they look for the men. We also let the police know. Lestrade told me that I could come to him whenever I wanted now. A bit of dying really helps you know.' He said walking fast, his coat bellowing behind him.

'they will gather the men up, and then it'll be fine.' She said assuredly.

'not really. I am sure it is a big, big network, but the others will retract seeing the main ones locked up, there will be activity and we will get them too. We have most of the big ones who shall lead us to the smaller ones.'

'wow.' She said amazed at it all happening so fast. He smiled. They walked silently for some time but them mmolly spoke.

'Sherlock, why are you doing this?' she asked sincerely.

'Doing what?' he asked not looking at her.

'You know what. Doing this.'

'I don't understand.'

'why am I here, when it should be John walking beside you being confused and amazed?'

'John has a date.' Sherlock answer as if it was the most natural thing that he would pick her when John had dates.

'They why me? Greg could have come and I had a date too. Between which you came striding in.' she said accusingly.

'Lestrade? Molly Lestrade? Come on, his stupidity would have simply impaired my brain. It's better that we are going there right now. You on the other hand are rather intelligent, comparatively, and I trust you. You know that. As for the date question, you can do so much better Molly, he is so stupid.'

'oh no, no Sherlock, I can't do any better, clearly I can't and he is not stupid.' She said angrily. He opened his mouth to contradict but she added quickly. 'and, and even if he is I think I am better with my kind am I not?'

'Your kind?' he emphasized loudly.

'yes, my stupid and silly kind. And he is very nice and sweet to me.' She affirmed. Sherlock's jaw set.

'Haven't sweet and nice men done enough? You've already shown that your choice of sweet nice men has been disastrous?' he said angrily, stopping and turning to her.

'well since I clearly do disastrous things, why are you even taking me huh? just let me go.' She bellowed at him

'because, I don't want you to think that I am using you.' He shot back in exasperation. 'You like adventures, well, we are going on one. You will enjoy it. And I am telling you that I don't think you are obvious or predictable or any of the epithets that said in the morning. I told you that you are quite intelligent right now. I was paying attention.'

Molly looked at him stunned. They stood there for a few moments looking right into each other's eyes. Molly knew they were the most beautiful blue-grey. Sherlock inched in a little. Molly's heart raced but then she remembered something and turned her face. Sherlock looked at her for a moment.

'Molly.' He questioningly. Seeing that she did not move, he too turned and began walking. Together they walked in confused silence. They soon reached a lady standing with ragged clothes, calling out for money. She looked at Sherlock and smiled. Sherlock smiled back, he gave her a sheaf of paper and told her to "pass it along".

They next hailed a cab and went to the police. Sherlock told them most of it. The DI had looked so happy at seeing him that he did not even notice all the impertinence Sherlock showed. He was surprised to see Molly with him, but smiled when she told him that John had a date.

He was happy to know, that they had rounded up a long list of names from the moriarty network, though no one could tell the whereabouts of the sardar. He told them that the men would be rounded up soon.

All the while Sherlock did not even look at her. He was plainly avoiding her eyes and face, just he ignored all the furtive looks from Donovan and a few other cops. The faction separated when they had been assured that the men would be brought in the funny ones would be interviewed by Sherlock himself.

As they left the building, Sherlock hailed a cab. First he looked at the driver keenly, who seemed surprised by this behavior. He asked rather rudely what Sherlock was doing. The detective coolly replied.

'I have more than bad experience with cabbies. Now, Baker street.'

The whole journey was quiet. Sherlock simply glowered at the window and Molly, muddled, stared at her hands. Sherlock got off. Molly was about to tell the driver her address when herdoor was opened.

'come on.' He said

'Sherlock, I better get going, I've to get there early tomorrow.'

'yes you can leave early from my place. Get out now.' Molly did not understand him but obeyed.

'what do you mean?' asked she as the cabbie drove off with fare.

'you shall be living at my place now.' He said emotionlessly. Molly stood there confused and stunned.